The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellOliver & Boyd, 1837 - 358 頁 |
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... Song of Hybrias the Cretan Fragment . From the Greek of Alcman Martial Elegy . From the Greek of Tyrtæus Specimens of Translation from Medea Speech of the Chorus , in the same Tragedy 11 Part II . 37 57 78 79 80 82 84 O'Connor's Child ...
... Song of Hybrias the Cretan Fragment . From the Greek of Alcman Martial Elegy . From the Greek of Tyrtæus Specimens of Translation from Medea Speech of the Chorus , in the same Tragedy 11 Part II . 37 57 78 79 80 82 84 O'Connor's Child ...
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... Song of the Greeks • Ode to Winter -Part II . -Part III . Lines spoken by Mr Bartley , at Drury - Lane Theatre , on the first Opening of the House after the Death of the Princess Charlotte , 1817 Lines on the Grave of a Suicide Reullura ...
... Song of the Greeks • Ode to Winter -Part II . -Part III . Lines spoken by Mr Bartley , at Drury - Lane Theatre , on the first Opening of the House after the Death of the Princess Charlotte , 1817 Lines on the Grave of a Suicide Reullura ...
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... Song - To the Evening Star 229 Song- " Men of England " 230 The Maid's Remonstrance 232 Song- " Drink ye to her " 233 Song " When Napoleon was flying " 234 The Beech - Tree's Petition 235 66 Song- Earl March " 237 Love and Madness . An ...
... Song - To the Evening Star 229 Song- " Men of England " 230 The Maid's Remonstrance 232 Song- " Drink ye to her " 233 Song " When Napoleon was flying " 234 The Beech - Tree's Petition 235 66 Song- Earl March " 237 Love and Madness . An ...
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... Song " To Love in my heart " 321 Song " How delicious is the winning " 323 The Dead Eagle 325 APPENDIX 331 THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . CONTENTS .
... Song " To Love in my heart " 321 Song " How delicious is the winning " 323 The Dead Eagle 325 APPENDIX 331 THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . CONTENTS .
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... song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossom'd vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each ...
... song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossom'd vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each ...
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第 122 頁 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
第 108 頁 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第 358 頁 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
第 28 頁 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell— the Bruce of Bannockburn...
第 101 頁 - Tis thine, oh Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning — no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. Weep, Albin!* to death and captivity led! Oh weep! but thy tears cannot number the dead: For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden! that reeks with the blood of the brave.
第 115 頁 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. " His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...
第 102 頁 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path...
第 116 頁 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
第 122 頁 - The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again.
第 105 頁 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.